I’ve been talking about Surrender all month. Most everything I’ve shared seems hard. White knuckles, sweat, anguish. Deep questions and dark answers. Foggy epiphanies. Slow acceptance. That is my story. But it’s not the whole story. I need to change the channel. Let’s look at this another way. My life is full of goodness. Sometimes when I let go, joy is waiting to rush in and surprise me. Surrendering can bring great delight. There is honey in the rock. I have countless examples: When curiosity got the best of me, I pushed through first impressions, and was delighted: Thinking the plate was full of gross bugs, then realizing they were bacon wrapped figs stuffed with goat cheese. Turning my nose up at a dress on a hanger, then finding out I looked fantastic in it. Rolling my eyes about some bossy stranger at a party, then belly laughing with them by the end of the night. When I felt my body tighten up, from fear or embarrassment, and decided to go with it anyway. All the endorphins: Standing in line …